Tram Flap

I’ve attempted to start this post multiple times but it’s been a hard week so just getting back to it. Here it goes. June 11 at Piper Breast Institute I was hoping to have a Diep Flap surgery but ended up with a Tram. What’s the difference? Muscle. They had to use some muscle, about the size of a tennis ball 🎾 to complete the surgery. That is not ideal and shed some tears when I learned this. Granted I was drugged up so anything different would make me cry but I was bummed about that news.

But the good news the tummy tuck made for nice left boob side. The doctor did a beautiful job. It’s painful and swollen now but that is expected for weeks to come. But surgery was a success. All blood vessels took to the new home. A big win. And stomach looks better than before kids, heck yes. Just need to handle a painful recovery. I am missing those muscles right now and this hip to hip incision is no joke.

Waking up at the hospital they told me that my labs were off so they thought I should leave my catheter in for a day. Hmm ok. Turns out I lost a bunch of blood so I opted to get a blood transfusion on day 2. It’s a humbling experience peeing in bed when you are fully awake. Wow! The things we do for a new boob. 😉

I’ve been through a number of surgeries life long probably 7-8 total and this is far the most painful to recover from. Tops. Not sure if it’s because of how many wound areas there are or because of the AS flare on top that is the causes the internal back pain but it’s intense. The first time I needed to force myself to sit up I almost pass out from the pain but did not. However it is a little better each day so that is such a positive bright light.

I was released from the hospital on Saturday. So surgery Tuesday. Released on Saturday. It feels good to be back home.

Blood transfusions- my first one ever

I’m crossing fingers for no infections and improvements everyday.

Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads!!

Published by valvelde

Breast Cancer Survivor. Mom of three. Lover of all things Agriculture. Living with Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS), autoimmune disease. Stories from my life.

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